[ Stephen raises a brow at the – man? Kid? Although aside from certain partygoing Asgardians, pretty much everyone's a kid to him these days in terms of comparative years. ]

If you have to ask, I'm pretty sure you're from somewhere it's irrelevant. [ There's a lightness to his words, a lack of judgment from a man used to the rules of a multiverse where ubiquitous knowledge in one world might be completely absent in another. He wasn't going to elaborate, but he catches a pointed interest in the cat man's eyes – a kind of curiosity both reminiscent and wholly different from the other Strange he'd run into soon after his arrival. ] Means I'm from a city with a lot of skyscrapers. And tacos, actually – wait. [ He narrows his eyes and cracks a disbelieving smile, ] you'd never had tacos?